It took Same Name Guy six days to contact me again. I had pretty much written him off by this point so it's safe to say I was excited to hear from him and did a common no-no among women - I pretended that I didn't care that he sent a text message to go out 12 hours before the actual date. Doh! He wanted to take me to brunch in the Mission (meh) and I seemed to think that was a great idea (huh? For all the shit I talk, how could I)? Deciding that I was going to break my rule number 3, I did all the appropriate getting ready things. However, due to my lack of "I'm trying too hard to pretend I don't care" wardrobe staples that are prevalent in the Mission, I ended up looking like I just came out of a "Going Out Of Business" sale at the Gap. I'm just going to pretend it's my "Fuck you!" to hipsters.
I knew something was off as soon as I got into his car. He was one of those guys who wore v-neck t-shirts with his chest hair sticking out. I had to cringe a little - who even does that anymore? The conversation was strained and reaching. Something about talking to each other in the bright light of day seemed to drain both of us. Brunch was worse - lots of waiting and the slow realization that I wasn't as serious as he wanted and he was kind of a douche (the shirt alone should have been a huge red flag). After mediocre Biscuits and Gravy (if you're not from the country, don't even try) and some kick-ass doughnuts from Dynamo (yes, go! Even though it's in the Mission), I could see that this really wasn't going to work. On the drive home he made some vague suggestion about getting together this week but lack of specifics means indifference.
I didn't hear from him for three days so I did my due diligence - I sent ONE text message (any more and you're a stalker) and I never heard back. I was surprised to find I was a little sad. It made no sense - I didn't get the best feeling from this guy and always felt things were a little off. So why should I give a damn? As always, I had to remind myself my motto for this project: Indifference means no. Always! So what do you do with indifference? You do shots of Fernet with your gay friends and head to Badlands. Or as Sunshine says, you fucking dance the sad away!
I probably should have been a early 90's DJ...
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